The Arcane Guardians Chapter 64: Chapter 59: Brother From Another Mother

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Felix stood around the huge room awkwardly while his ‘sister’ fussed around her cabinets, taking her time to pick out a suitable wine for their ‘reunion’. Not like he was exactly feeling uncomfortable around her, though. It was the fact that they were not alone. Various animals prowled around lazily as they kept a wary berth from Felix. Others were fast asleep, huddling with each other. The rest of the bedroom was covered in intricate but plain coloured patterns, presumably to keep the animals calm. A leopard leaned up lazily against Felix, but he resisted the urge to pet it. He didn’t want to risk having his fingers bitten off. “So, you came from a different universe, didn’t you?” A cup of dark-coloured wine was thrust towards Felix. He downed it in a single gulp, and promptly used every fibre of his being to stop his face from scrunching up with the bitterness. “How’d you know that?” Felix asked, letting his mouth hang open in surprise instead. “I saw my brother die eighteen years ago. With my own eyes, might I add,” Marcia replied simply, taking a small sip of her alcohol. “Plus, we’ve always been aware of the existence of other worlds. We just never figured out how to travel there.” “Yes, I am from another world. And in my world, you… you died.” Felix pursed his lips. “Afterwards, we all died. We died in war, fighting an invincible alien army— No, sorry. It wasn’t even a war. I’ve been in a lot of fights, but this… This was no fight. It was a slaughter, and we were the pigs.” Marcia leaned forward, staring at him intently. “Pray continue.” Felix took a moment to sigh. He had contemplated coming up with some story to get what he wanted, but there was a strong compulsion in his gut to simply tell Marcia the truth. Perhaps it was because she was quite literally his sister from another mother. “I died. Or rather, I was on the verge of death when a god finally decided to take pity on me. Or perhaps he just wanted to toy with me. God Janus.” “God of beginnings and endings?” “Entrances and exits, gateways and archways. Yes, the very same god our kind worships.” Felix nodded. “He gave me a second chance. An impossible mission, to be precise. To search for the source of his power lost across the multiverse— The Summer Solstice and The Winter Solstice. With that, I’ll have the power to reset my universe; to give it a second chance so that none of that ever happened. My sister, my parents, everyone I have lost… They can come back to me.” Marcia tilted her head. “And you believe him?” “It’s either that or I die.” Felix shrugged. “So yes. Yes, I do.” “You didn’t ask how he lost his books?” “No.” “You didn’t ask why he chose you?” “No.” “You didn’t ask why his powers are vested in the books instead of himself?” “No— I was busy trying not to die, okay? I wasn’t thinking about anything else.” The woman leaned back against her sofa, crossing her legs elegantly. Her eyebrows remained creased as she stared out of the window, deep in thought. “Let’s just say… For the sake of— Let’s just say Janus was telling the truth.” Marcia gestured absentmindedly. “What makes you so sure things aren’t just going to play out the exact same way in your world? Some things are destined to happen. It’s only natural. We need to move forward.” “I don’t, because I’ll never know for sure.” Felix’s voice softened. “I never expected to see my sister again, but here we are.” Marcia inhaled sharply, before blinking her eyes a few times. “Anyway, I heard from your men that you’re sort of the authority around here when it comes to dealing with spellcrafts,” Felix continued. “Ever heard of those two books?” The woman shook her head. “I only peddle corrupted spellcrafts. So unless those two books have the ability to get a Magi euphoric, I doubt I know anything about it. I’ve been doing this for ten years. If one of my spellcrafts matched that description, I’d be the first to know.” “Say, how old are you?” Felix asked eagerly. “Twenty-eight.” The man chuckled. “I’m thirty-